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September112012
June132012
They’ve clipped my wings again,
Tore them apart and then left me.
No use to fly away,
To my yesterday of freedom.
My eyes died back that day,
Seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them,
Pain is my only zen, of fun.

They’ve clipped my wings again,
Tore them apart and then left me.
No use to fly away,
To my yesterday of freedom.
My eyes died back that day,
Seeing the hurt I may have done.
Beat me instead of them,
Pain is my only zen, of fun.

June72012
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